I shake my head as I chuckle. “No, come in. What’s up?”
Nova sits opposite me and removes her binder from her bag. “You passed this out today. I know it’s not due until the end of the week, but I’m working my ass off trying to stay ahead of all these assignments I have.” She looks up at me. “Why do professors give us so much work?”
“Hey, I give out the perfect amount. I try to get a lot done in class, so don’t lump me in with these other professors you have,” I say, making a face.
She laughs. “Whatever. Help me.”
I take a few minutes to explain what needs to be done on the handout I passed out today. I give her no less or no more information than the other students, making sure I’m strictly professional.
“Oh okay, I think I’m understanding a little better, but I wanted to be sure.”
“You’ll be fine,” I tell her.
“I hope so. I’m taking so many classes. Ugh. I just want to be done.” She looks at me through long, dark lashes, a mischievous grin on her face. “For more reasons than one.”
“Well, I look forward to the day you’re done, too, but don’t kill yourself over it.”
She stands up and gathers her things. “Yes, sir.”
“All right, cut it out.”
“What? I’m just being respectful of my…”
“If you say elders, I swear…”
“I wasn’t!” She laughs. “I was gonna say my teachers.”
“Ha ha. Don’t be cute.”
She smiles and bats her eyelashes at me. “But I am.”
“You’re much more than that,” I say, looking her up and down. “But you need to get out of here before I shut and lock that door and bend you over my desk.”
Her lips part and excitement flickers in her eyes. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, Professor.”
“Don’t think I wouldn’t do it, but my office hours are still going,” I say, standing up and rounding the desk.
“Another time then,” she whispers huskily.
“Mm. Another time.”
I walk her to the door and she peeks out into the hall to see if anyone’s about to walk by. Apparently realizing we’re in the clear, she steps inside and plants a quick kiss on my lips.
“Bye.”
42
When the weekend finally arrives, I breathe a sigh of relief. Not because I’m free of homework, because that never stops, but because I’ll have more time with Elijah. During the week, we barely see each other. We’re in class together, but that hardly counts. We sometimes get a few stolen moments when I’m working in the library and he stops in. The study cubes have become our meet-up place. Hardly anyone shows up in that corner of the library, and we get a few minutes together.
After work, I tend to grab a quick bite to eat from whatever’s still open, much to the chagrin of my sister who would prefer I don’t eat out all the time, then I go home, do homework, shower, and climb into bed. We spend at least an hour on the phone as the night winds down, and continue getting to know each other. The only thing we haven’t touched on is the death of our parents, and I think that’s because neither one of us wants to bring it up.
Every night I go to sleep with a smile on my face, and every morning I look forward to class because I’ll get to see him.
Ayanna’s dropped by a couple times during the week, once with Lorenzo. There hasn’t been any sign of Mario, so I’m breathing a little easier. My sister hasn’t received any more notes, so that’s good too.
At lunch on Wednesday, Lorenzo asked if I had any plans this weekend, so I figured it was time to let him know I didn’t want to ruin our friendship. I told him I was sort of talking to someone, and was grateful that he didn’t question who it was. He took it pretty good, and our friendship isn’t different in any way, but it’s not like he’s lacking any female attention. They’re all over him all the time, so I’m sure he’ll be fine.
Elijah and I already made plans to be together at his house tonight and tomorrow. So, I pack up a bag and grab my phone to order a Lyft to take me over.
Thanksgiving break is the week after next, and while that would be the perfect time to get a few extra days together, my sister is traveling up here for Thanksgiving. I still haven’t told her about me and Elijah. I know she’ll lecture me about it, and I don’t need to hear what I already know. I don’t think she’d try to get Elijah in trouble with the school, but I don’t think she’ll understand either. I’m just going to give it some more time.
When the Lyft drops me off, I jog up to the front door, and it swings open before I can even knock.
I rush in, drop my bag, and hop into Elijah’s arms. He laughs, kicks the door closed, and takes me upstairs.
“It’s been too long since I’ve been inside you.”
I plant a trail of kisses along the side of his neck. “I agree.”
Once in his room, he drops me on the bed, and both of us quickly strip ourselves of clothes, desperate for each other.
He sheathes himself with a condom, licks his fingers and places them on my pussy, only to find that it wasn’t necessary. I’m already wet for him.
Elijah slips inside of me with one hard thrust and we both exclaim. Hard and fast, desperate and needy. He fucks me like it’s the only thing that’s been on his mind for the past week.
He flips us over, bringing me on top, and I begin moving my hips back and forth, creating friction on my clit as his cock reaches new depths in this position.
I lean forward, bringing my breasts to his
